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Friday, August 2, 2013

Real Life Paranormal

I'm sure I encountered a ghost
in May, but at the time - I didn't realise. It was only after, telling
my friends, that a chill settled on me and I realised what had happened.

I've
always believed in the possibility of ghosts, and I believe in
paranormal effects. I myself have often had moments where I find myself
in a situation that I realise I'd already seen in a dream and a few
times have been able to change my reaction in real life and avert a
really ugly fight. I also read tarot cards with at times amazing
accuracy.

The idea of meeting a ghost has always freaked me. But luckily, my encounter was really benign.

It
was in an old school building that had been turned into a B&B. My
writers group was there for a writing retreat, and I was having problems
with insomnia caused by depression. One particular night, I got up, sat
by the fire and started to write.

I
was there for a good hour or two and then I heard a noise outside - it
sounded like someone had just come in the side door. When I checked, the
door was locked and no one was there. Possum or something, I decided.
There was some more banging along the wall and I decided that possum was
definitely the answer.

The
house went quiet, and then I heard an internal door open and close.
Footsteps, and it was clear to me someone had just entered the room
where I was sitting. But they didn't acknowledge me near the fire, with a
small lamp the only light in the room, which I thought a bit weird.
After a few minutes, I put on my glasses and looked over to the dining
table where they were sitting in the dark.

There was no one there.

The
whole thing seemed so weird - I could have sworn someone walked in. I
was wide away, I wasn't dreaming it, and it sounded exactly like someone
had. The floor had creaked, as if weight was being placed on it.

But there was no one.

I
just put it from my mind and got back into my story, but it was only as
I was telling the group the next day and I said the words 'I swear
someone came into the room' that I realised - someone had, just not a
someone I could see.

I'm
thinking they came to look over me, make sure I was okay, which was why
I didn't have the sense of threat that people seem to normally have.
Just a sense of company.

Nicole Murphy writes speculative fiction under her real name
and contemporary romance as Elizabeth Dunk. As Nicole, she has dozens
of short stories in print and published an urban fantasy trilogy, The
Dream of Asarlai. As Elizabeth Dunk she has two novels out (the latest
'The Lies We Tell' released this week) and a short story. Find out more
about Elizabeth/Nicole at http://nicolermurphy.com